John Martin (British, 1789-1854)
Figures Seated by a Lake in a Wooded Landscape, 1820
Brown wash with graphite
7-3/4 x 10-7/16 inches
CMA Special Exhibitions : Nature Sublime: Landscapes from the Nineteenth Century
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
for sale
everything
into the boom tube
the flowers + weeds
the mistakes + regrets
my lab exposed
drinking from the bottom of the pot
a cold + bitter taste
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playing with fire
so tempting the flames the flames
75/25
the balance of me
must be in my favor
smoldering for weeks
to expect nothing
is harder than everything
everything
into the boom tube
the flowers + weeds
the mistakes + regrets
my lab exposed
drinking from the bottom of the pot
a cold + bitter taste
-------------------------------------
playing with fire
so tempting the flames the flames
75/25
the balance of me
must be in my favor
smoldering for weeks
to expect nothing
is harder than everything
"My father says that there is only one perfect view, that of the sky over our heads."
quote from the film "Room with a View"
The Cloud Appreciation Society
JACK LORD, SUPERSTAR
TV Guide Article, September 4, 1971:
JACK LORD, SUPERSTAR
This Renaissance Man and one-time third mate runs a tight ship
By DWIGHT WHITNEY
TV Guide, September 4, 1971
Jack Lord, superstar!
Are you as great as your great PR?
Jack Lord, superstar!
No one's as great as they say you are. . .
And the narrator intoned: In the beginning was the word. And the word was Jack Lord!
To which "Jack Lord" replied: I am the Lord, by God, and there shall be no other superstars before me...
JACK LORD, SUPERSTAR
This Renaissance Man and one-time third mate runs a tight ship
By DWIGHT WHITNEY
TV Guide, September 4, 1971
Jack Lord, superstar!
Are you as great as your great PR?
Jack Lord, superstar!
No one's as great as they say you are. . .
And the narrator intoned: In the beginning was the word. And the word was Jack Lord!
To which "Jack Lord" replied: I am the Lord, by God, and there shall be no other superstars before me...
Monday, August 08, 2005
walking away august day
three black crows ahead of me
take a few nervous hops before
leaping into the sky
a field guide to getting lost
my beard a worry stone
thumb and forefinger imprints
if you try you'll miss it
tighten your grip it slips through your fingers
be cool spend more time with cats
stay up late java jive
midnight analog carrier signal
voltage frequency current + charge
signal to noise
a voice is dismantled into a million different parts
to be reassembled at the other end of the line
BE COOL BE COOL BE COOL BE COOL
with limited data
fill in the blanks later
three black crows ahead of me
take a few nervous hops before
leaping into the sky
a field guide to getting lost
my beard a worry stone
thumb and forefinger imprints
if you try you'll miss it
tighten your grip it slips through your fingers
be cool spend more time with cats
stay up late java jive
midnight analog carrier signal
voltage frequency current + charge
signal to noise
a voice is dismantled into a million different parts
to be reassembled at the other end of the line
BE COOL BE COOL BE COOL BE COOL
with limited data
fill in the blanks later
tattoo ideas
b.jpg)
This character originally means the state of nothingness. In the Zen sect, it represents the spiritual state of "nothingness" which means to put everything else out of one's mind. In the ascetic practices of Zen or the martial arts such as judo, kendo, iaido and karate, the importance of reaching the stage of "mu" is preached.
calligraphy
"Mu"
-Nothingness-
AB-105
"It was the Japanese who first embraced decay -- in the 15th century -- a few hundred years before the West, in the form of wabi-sabi. Wabi-sabi emerged from tea ceremony traditions -- what began as aesthetic guidelines morphed slowly into philosophy. Under wabi-sabi, decay became a comprehensive aesthetic system and veritable state of mind.
Wabi-sabi is a kind of zen state that must be reached slowly over time, best translated as 'the beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete.' Metaphysically, wabi-sabi suggests that 'Things are either devolving toward, or evolving from, nothingness.' What does this mean? According Wabi-Sabi author Leonard Koren, 'wabi-sabi needs to maintain its mysterious and elusive -- hard to define -- qualities because ineffability is part of its specialness.' "
Everything Falls Apart One:
ALTphotos.com
When the question is sand in a bowl of boiled rice
The answer is a stick in the soft mud.
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Which is the hand, my hand or Buddha's hand?
Searching for it behind my back, I laugh wholeheartedly.
My entire body was indeed that hand.
The Gateless Gate by Ekai, called Mumon
Powell's Books - Essential Zen by Kazuaki Tanahashi and Tensho David Schneider
Wabi-sabi is a kind of zen state that must be reached slowly over time, best translated as 'the beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete.' Metaphysically, wabi-sabi suggests that 'Things are either devolving toward, or evolving from, nothingness.' What does this mean? According Wabi-Sabi author Leonard Koren, 'wabi-sabi needs to maintain its mysterious and elusive -- hard to define -- qualities because ineffability is part of its specialness.' "
Everything Falls Apart One:
ALTphotos.com
When the question is sand in a bowl of boiled rice
The answer is a stick in the soft mud.
-----------------------------------------------
Which is the hand, my hand or Buddha's hand?
Searching for it behind my back, I laugh wholeheartedly.
My entire body was indeed that hand.
The Gateless Gate by Ekai, called Mumon
On the fourth day of sesshin as we sat with our painful legs, aching backs, hopes and doubts about whether it was worth it, Suzuki Roshin began his talk by slowly saying, "The problem you are now experiencing (will go away, right? we were thinking) will ....... continue ........ for ...... the ...... rest ....... of ....... your ....... life."
Powell's Books - Essential Zen by Kazuaki Tanahashi and Tensho David Schneider
Friday, August 05, 2005
Thursday, August 04, 2005
"Are the Stooges the Greatest Rock 'n' Roll Band Ever?"
It's almost frighteningly irrelevant to even consider what I'm about to embark on, but nevertheless I feel it must be said: the Stooges were perhaps the greatest Rock ‘n' Roll group of all time. Groan all you want – bicker about what a laughably misinformed (and highly "unfashionable") opinion that is – but I wish to state my case.
[snip]
The Stooges were a freak show from hell, willfully disgusting every square who stood in their way. It was an important asset. Of course it's not an essential asset for great music – the contrary is often the case – but when done with a certain sense of flair, being offensive can be a most important trait. These guys were pure mid-Western white trash. Trailer homes. Speed freaks. Car factories. Ugly as goddamn sin. Other bands have achieved this: the Sex Pistols (a 10/10 rating in this area), Black Flag, hell, even the Rolling Stones had their moments of outrage, yet the Stooges were animalistic and outrageous in a purely uncalculated, instinctual manner. There was no pre-planning, there were no marketing meetings, and no ageing Situationist managers drawing up manifestos to send off to the media.
[snip]
I guess it's called "growing up." I try not to think about it. I may really "like" Faust and even dig the odd John Cage record, but they don't mean all that much to me on a personal level. They're just not communicating anything to me. It's either all stuffy intellectualism or Zappa-esque "wackiness"; I don't hear the humanity, the wail from the gutter. The Stooges' music is pure emotionalism. It's both a cry for help and a cry of FUCK YOU. It's a middle finger to the entire universe wrapped in thundering riffs, avant-jazz rhythms and seething white noise. There's even the theory (often propagated by ‘zine hep-cats) that the Stooges – far from being back-to-basics Rock ‘n' Roll – were in fact the ultimate avant-garde band. After all, no one had ever made it that primitive before. It was like jungle rhythms with a plane flying overhead. Modern primitive in the most complementary sense, but then again, whether you think they were heirs to Stockhausen or merely a bunch of glue-sniffing Neanderthals is not really the point – low- and high-brow "art" don't even exist in reality – the only thing that's real is indefinable, that something that puts a bug up yer butt and makes you move. Just whack on "TV Eye," crank it up to 11 and I dare you to stay still. The Stooges and Funhouse are what that piddly band you bum around in can only hope to aspire to.
Perfect Sound Forever July 2005 no.2
It's almost frighteningly irrelevant to even consider what I'm about to embark on, but nevertheless I feel it must be said: the Stooges were perhaps the greatest Rock ‘n' Roll group of all time. Groan all you want – bicker about what a laughably misinformed (and highly "unfashionable") opinion that is – but I wish to state my case.
[snip]
The Stooges were a freak show from hell, willfully disgusting every square who stood in their way. It was an important asset. Of course it's not an essential asset for great music – the contrary is often the case – but when done with a certain sense of flair, being offensive can be a most important trait. These guys were pure mid-Western white trash. Trailer homes. Speed freaks. Car factories. Ugly as goddamn sin. Other bands have achieved this: the Sex Pistols (a 10/10 rating in this area), Black Flag, hell, even the Rolling Stones had their moments of outrage, yet the Stooges were animalistic and outrageous in a purely uncalculated, instinctual manner. There was no pre-planning, there were no marketing meetings, and no ageing Situationist managers drawing up manifestos to send off to the media.
[snip]
I guess it's called "growing up." I try not to think about it. I may really "like" Faust and even dig the odd John Cage record, but they don't mean all that much to me on a personal level. They're just not communicating anything to me. It's either all stuffy intellectualism or Zappa-esque "wackiness"; I don't hear the humanity, the wail from the gutter. The Stooges' music is pure emotionalism. It's both a cry for help and a cry of FUCK YOU. It's a middle finger to the entire universe wrapped in thundering riffs, avant-jazz rhythms and seething white noise. There's even the theory (often propagated by ‘zine hep-cats) that the Stooges – far from being back-to-basics Rock ‘n' Roll – were in fact the ultimate avant-garde band. After all, no one had ever made it that primitive before. It was like jungle rhythms with a plane flying overhead. Modern primitive in the most complementary sense, but then again, whether you think they were heirs to Stockhausen or merely a bunch of glue-sniffing Neanderthals is not really the point – low- and high-brow "art" don't even exist in reality – the only thing that's real is indefinable, that something that puts a bug up yer butt and makes you move. Just whack on "TV Eye," crank it up to 11 and I dare you to stay still. The Stooges and Funhouse are what that piddly band you bum around in can only hope to aspire to.
Perfect Sound Forever July 2005 no.2
Quimby's Bookstore
Summer is in full bloom here at Chicago's #1 illerate bookstore. It seems that these summertime music festivals are bringing in the hoardes from lanky emo types, to halcion hipsters and even the eastern European Brunetti fans. Everyday some new other world zines and other shit pile up at headquarters and the hot new hardbacks roll out and we ain't even known any Harry Potter and the what now?!? Really tho these is exciting times around Quimby's. Times to sweat and scowl, stalk the streets and avoid hummers with $10,000 hubcaps rollin' up to all the shitty nightclubs around here. And who would have thunk a six way clusterfuck in Chicago could attract such levels of pilates and pug walkers....all you british bulldog owners take note:: you are not hip avoiding the pug, your dog is a fad too. So you, the sufferer at home, taking a break between underware at your ankles, flickr surfing and random hooking up, let us welcome you warmly to our humble website. We hope you enjoy. –LOGAN NOT A HATER
:: Quimby's ::
Summer is in full bloom here at Chicago's #1 illerate bookstore. It seems that these summertime music festivals are bringing in the hoardes from lanky emo types, to halcion hipsters and even the eastern European Brunetti fans. Everyday some new other world zines and other shit pile up at headquarters and the hot new hardbacks roll out and we ain't even known any Harry Potter and the what now?!? Really tho these is exciting times around Quimby's. Times to sweat and scowl, stalk the streets and avoid hummers with $10,000 hubcaps rollin' up to all the shitty nightclubs around here. And who would have thunk a six way clusterfuck in Chicago could attract such levels of pilates and pug walkers....all you british bulldog owners take note:: you are not hip avoiding the pug, your dog is a fad too. So you, the sufferer at home, taking a break between underware at your ankles, flickr surfing and random hooking up, let us welcome you warmly to our humble website. We hope you enjoy. –LOGAN NOT A HATER
:: Quimby's ::
frank went on a colossal bender one
day he jumped out of a plane
twice
down to the ground + back up again
(this part is about me)
barefoot + balanced in the wild waves
i want to burn but not burn out
a burning man crashing
I'M ALIVE I'M ALIVE I'M ALIVE
iggy + the stooges search + destroy
fingers in the squishy earth
feeling the dragon's tooth
and every color from under the sun
a bit looney
but my toes still touch the ground
unpredictably aware of myself
day he jumped out of a plane
twice
down to the ground + back up again
(this part is about me)
barefoot + balanced in the wild waves
i want to burn but not burn out
a burning man crashing
I'M ALIVE I'M ALIVE I'M ALIVE
iggy + the stooges search + destroy
fingers in the squishy earth
feeling the dragon's tooth
and every color from under the sun
a bit looney
but my toes still touch the ground
unpredictably aware of myself
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Death and Life by Gustav Klimt
"I have the gift of neither the spoken nor the written word, especially if I have to say something about myself or my work. Whoever wants to know something about me -as an artist, the only notable thing- ought to look carefully at my pictures and try and see in them what I am and what I want to do." Gustav Klimt
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Monday, August 01, 2005
Matador Records The New Pornographers: "We've become fascinated by the ability of the ebow and baritone guitar to sound kind of like a cello. This fixes the problem of wanting cello, but not wanting a cello player in your band. They take up way too much room. We can also get that Creation bowed guitar sound without bowing the guitar, and looking like a guitar-bowing idiot."
"Various unintentional influences have crept into our work, some of which are quickly removed: The Moody Blues, Tubeway Army, Wings, always Wings, never The Beatles, Eno of course, you can't play ebow without sounding like Eno, Modern English, middle period post-Gabriel Genesis, The Stranglers, the vocal inflections on "Dreadlock Holiday" remain a steady influence, we're still trying to find a way to insert some dub/white reggae in the mix, just as an intellectual exercise, to see if we can do it without being dropped from the label. I know it sounds awful but it will all work out."
"Various unintentional influences have crept into our work, some of which are quickly removed: The Moody Blues, Tubeway Army, Wings, always Wings, never The Beatles, Eno of course, you can't play ebow without sounding like Eno, Modern English, middle period post-Gabriel Genesis, The Stranglers, the vocal inflections on "Dreadlock Holiday" remain a steady influence, we're still trying to find a way to insert some dub/white reggae in the mix, just as an intellectual exercise, to see if we can do it without being dropped from the label. I know it sounds awful but it will all work out."
Heard a version of La Vie En Rose by Toots Thielemans and Diana Krall on KPLU public radio this morning. Don't normally go for the harmonica sound but Toots plays it like a jazz saxophone/trumpet type thing. Amazing melody and vocal (in French). I guess the original version is by Edith Piaf. I placed a hold at my local book collective. Looks like Louis Armstrong may have done an English version.
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